False evidence

Chapter 68 Loss of Control (Part )

Bai Jing asked me, "Didn't you say he would stab me in the back?"

I can only remain speechless.

According to what I saw through the clairvoyance, the 'basketball guy' rushed out from the spot I was watching earlier. He first made a lewd move in front of Bai Jing, and as soon as Bai Jing bent over, the knife was plunged into her back.

To verify something and to prevent Bai Jingzhen from being stabbed, I had her tie the plate to her back with a belt...

The 'Blue Killer' has indeed appeared, but the details are different from what we've seen.

"Why did he kill you?" I asked Bai Jing as I crouched down to look at the murder weapon.

Bai Jing said coldly, "His name is Qi Hui. Five years ago, I went to court for the first time to represent him. As the investigation progressed, I discovered that he had lied to me when he hired me. His family promised me a lot of money to distort the truth. I refused. In the end, he was convicted and sentenced to five years and six months in prison."

"He's seeking revenge on you."

I looked at Qi Hui. "He doesn't seem like an idiot, does he? Why would he bring a broken knife to kill someone?"

Qi Hui's arm was broken by Bai Jing, and he grimaced in pain, but upon hearing this, he also showed an extremely puzzled expression.

I suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand now, it was your master secretly protecting you, wasn't it?"

Bai Jing shook her head, then suddenly smiled and looked at Chen Zudao.

Chen Zudao straightened up, put on his slippers, and took something out of his body—a broken half of a knife.

With a flick of his wrist, the half-foot-long broken knife was pinned to the ground, almost grazing Qi Hui's nose. He was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

I stared at Chen Zudao in astonishment: "You broke the knife?"

"Huh! I thought you two little devils were just playing with me. But when I came out, there really was a little bastard hiding in the woods. I thought it would be too much of an insult for an old man like me to take action. I was also afraid that Bai girl would really get hurt by him, so I simply broke the knife in half for him."

Chen Zudao looked regretful: "Bai girl, is something on your mind? With your skills, this little bastard should never be able to get close to you. What's wrong with you today?"

Bai Jing glanced at me, then took out her phone and called the police.

I naturally understood the meaning behind her glance. Just as Chen Zudao said, Qi Hui's physique was no match for Bai Jing.

Bai Jing escaped unharmed, but was still cut by the broken knife and bled. This was partly because Qi Hui's appearance was so sudden; I reckon he had been secretly watching us since we were at Bamboo Forest Manor.

The key point is that Bai Jing was distracted by what I said, which is why she couldn't react immediately.

When the police arrived, they took Qi Hui away. Bai Jing did not go with them, only saying that she had notified her assistant to go to the station to cooperate with the handling of the matter.

Back at Chen Zudao's house, Chen Zudao suddenly said, "Wait here, I'll go get some food. You two, don't leave today. Stay here!"

He had barely stepped into the kitchen when Bai Jing pulled me into the main room. "You really could tell someone wanted to kill me through physiognomy?"

I nodded. "But I haven't studied it properly. Now it seems that if the details change, the result will be different."

"So everything you just said was true?"

"real!"

Bai Jing paused for a moment, then suddenly waved her hand, "We'll talk about that later. Right now, we need to find out as soon as possible what Lu Xin's experiences and preferences are. If all else fails, we really will have to stay here tonight."

A short while later, Chen Zudao brought in a large stainless steel basin with one hand.

I only glanced at it before swallowing several times.

This is a big hodgepodge, but it's not your average leftover dish from a banquet; it's a large bowl of chopped braised and roasted pork.

Beef, mutton, pork hock, braised offal... This pot must weigh at least 30 kilograms!
The basin was placed on the table, and Chen Zudao tilted his head to look at me with a rather strange expression.

I noticed he had one hand hidden behind his back the moment he walked in, and I chuckled dryly, "Eating big chunks of meat? Drinking big gulps of wine?"

Chen Zudao looked at me with a smirk again, and put his other hand behind his back.

The next second, I smelled a completely different aroma from the peach blossom white wine.

I paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "If it were any other kind of wine, I really wouldn't want to drink it. Now... well, I won't be going back today."

Chen Zudao laughed heartily, “Your relationship with my little brother is definitely not ordinary, otherwise you wouldn’t be so similar to him.”

As he spoke, he revealed a large, open-sealed jar that was over a foot tall.

The three of us sat down, and I poured myself a glass. I stared blankly at the slightly cloudy liquid.

Bai Jing picked up the glass, smelled it, and frowned, saying, "This wine doesn't smell good."

"It really doesn't taste good."

Chen Zudao and I spoke at the same time.

I smiled at Bai Jing and said, "This wine is brewed from dried sweet potatoes using the crudest process. No wonder it doesn't taste good."

Seeing me drink half a glass in one gulp, Bai Jing asked, "Why did you drink it if it doesn't taste good?"

“My grandfather loved to drink this. When I was just learning to talk, he would dip chopsticks in this wine and feed it to me.”

Chen Zudao asked cautiously, "Your grandfather hasn't changed? You only drink this?"

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he had misunderstood.

Thinking of the scene I would see through Xiangyu, I gritted my teeth and nodded reluctantly.

"How is he feeling now?" Chen Zudao asked with concern in his eyes.

I really didn't want to deceive a man who was over a hundred years old, but for some reason, seeing that look in his eyes gave me a strange sense of disgust.

"He's still in pretty good health." I picked up my glass, clinked it against his bowl, and downed the wine in one gulp.

I wasn't lying just now. If he were to bring out Moutai or Wuliangye, I might not be interested.

But this familiar smell of alcohol, which I've known since childhood, reminded me of my grandfather. Recalling what I've been through recently, I couldn't help but feel melancholy.

The wine felt like a fuse, burning down my esophagus and into my stomach. A thought suddenly struck me, and I looked at Bai Jing: "Lu Xin likes to drink sweet potato wine."

Bai Jing and I looked at each other for a moment, then nodded slightly.

This means that what happened before had made her start to believe the truth of what I said.

This means that her previous idea of ​​how to start a conversation with Chen Zudao has been rejected.

She's not stupid, of course; she had no other choice.

Right now, in order to achieve my goal, I have no choice but to do as I please.

The method I came up with was very simple: deception.

Bai Jing said that Chen Zudao was a member of the thieves' gang, which is beyond doubt.

If he hadn't been a thief, given his size, it would have been very difficult for him to approach Qi Hui without being detected.

What's even more incredible is that he managed to steal Qi Hui's knife without anyone noticing, 'confiscate' the tip, and then return it.

The methods used to create immortals are thus revealed.

A member of the thief's gang must never be a brainless idiot.

But Chen Zudao is clearly the kind of person who is naturally cheerful, outgoing, and somewhat humorous.

Specifically, this is reflected in the fact that I have already planned what to say.

But before I could say anything, he started talking non-stop.

He stuffed a large piece of beef into his mouth and asked me, his voice muffled:

"Little one, I haven't asked you your name yet."

"Three-seven."

"Sanqi?"

Chen Zudao stopped eating, and after a long while, he clearly swallowed the meat he had barely chewed: "You don't have a surname?"

I said, "No, I was picked up by my grandfather. He was stubborn and said he wouldn't accept anything that wasn't his own, so he wouldn't let me take his surname. That's why I'm called Sanqi."

Chen Zudao muttered something under his breath.

But his voice was naturally louder than most people's, so even though he was muttering softly, Bai Jing and I could still hear him.

He was saying—he hasn't changed at all.

As my thoughts raced, I leaned close to Bai Jing's ear and said, "He's drunk."

Bai Jing looked at me without saying anything, but the meaning in her eyes was very clear: impossible.

I stayed close to her and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear:
“Normally he might not, but when it came to the two of us, when he took out the peach blossom white wine and I mentioned ‘most of it,’ his emotions went up and down. Even the best drinker would get drunk because of the emotional fluctuations.”

Bai Jing bit her lip, then looked at me with a stern expression.

I nodded silently to her.

These few lines of dialogue are by no means meaningless.

Before I anticipated Qi Hui's appearance, I witnessed the 'death scene' twice.

The first time was when Bai Jing finally convinced Chen Zudao that Lü Xin had died many years ago. Chen Zudao roared three times and shattered his own skull with a single palm strike!

The second time—Bai Jing ignored my objections and presented the facts and evidence, forcing me to tell the truth that there was no such person as 'Uncle Daban'; this proved once again that Lü Xin was dead.

Chen Zudao suddenly burst into laughter, and after the laughter subsided, he attacked me and Bai Jing simultaneously without warning.

As a result, Bai Jing was caught off guard and was seriously injured.

Then, Chen Zudao, like a madman, kept cursing me as a liar, a bastard, a son of a bitch... while relentlessly attacking me.

I had no choice but to take the risk, even if it meant having my arm torn off, in order to take his life.

The outcome was—I had overestimated myself and underestimated this master thief. They both perished…

I believe that, given Chen Zudao's personality, this situation would not normally occur.

However, after drinking three bowls of peach blossom wine, he became drunk for various reasons.

Since then, as long as there is a trigger that touches his most sensitive nerve, he will immediately lose control, become a real drunkard, and do something drastic.

Bai Jing also understood this point, so she was even more helpless and could only bite her lip and tacitly allow me to communicate with Chen Zudao in my own way.

After I sat down, Chen Zudao became very cautious in his attitude towards me.

He noticed that Bai Jing and I were whispering and exchanging glances.

After I poured him another glass of wine, he asked me with a smile:

"Does your grandpa still like to wear white clothes?"

I nodded: "Yes."

"How's your grandma? How's she doing?"

I frowned inwardly, and said irritably, "My grandfather was a bachelor his whole life and never got married!"

I really dislike discussing my father's private affairs.

However, I never expected that Chen Zudao, whom I had been worried would lose control after drinking, would still lose control because of one sentence...

(End of this chapter)